Gatherings and, simultaneously, loneliness are the conditions of a writer's life.

When people claim to know who I am, I can no longer act freely.

Take whatever you can from others, and when there is nothing left, forget about them.

And really the purpose of art - for me, fiction - is to alert, to indicate to stop, to say: Make certain that when you rush through you will not miss the moment which you might have had, or might still have.

A novelist has a specific poetic license which also applies to his own life.

I don't fret over lost time - I can always use the situations in a novel.

I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity